*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧. Valentine Lotus was a rare girl; wickedly smart and constantly sweet. That is, unless, you get on her bad side, which James Potter just so happens to do when he dumps a canister of red paint on the wrong person.
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In which James Pott...
A/N off topic but ZOOWEE MAMA Dylan could BE MY SNEAKY LINK
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(ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 42: ᴄʀᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ)
What ever had happened between Remus and Sirius bled through the next couple mornings, and it was quite obvious as well. At breakfast they sat as far as possible, during classes Remus sat with Peter in contrast to Sirius, and at odd points they'd share quick look.
Remus, who didn't want anything to do with Sirius that day, opted to spend the quidditch match with Valentine and Macey. The three of them made their way up the stands, and Valentine wasn't sure where to begin their conversation.
"So, Remus," Valentine uneasily started, choosing three empty seats so they could sit together. "What's going on with you and Sirius?"
Remus, sick of having to speak about this topic, sighed. "Nothing."
Valentine sighed, watching as both the Gryffindor team and the Hufflepuff team exited their locker rooms. Her eyes automatically found James, who arrogantly approached the captain for the Hufflepuff team.
"Tell me when you're ready," Valentine whispered, smiling gently at Remus. His gaze softened, and he hesitated before nodding in response to her.
After that, the game had begun quickly. This was the last Quidditch match before Christmas, and Valentine had her things packed and ready to go. Tomorrow would officially begin the break, and she'd see her parents. She nor James were mentally prepared for meeting her parents, therefore she'd spoken her father into waiting until the Christmas Party James' family was throwing to meet him.
That, she was dreading.
Remus was as vocal, if not more so, than Sirius, always jumping up and cheering whenever James had gotten the quaffle. There were a few times where James would fumble or nearly drop the ball, and then Remus would howl out a loud "booo", which caused James to cast a quick glare to the boy.
As usual, James played phenomenal. Valentine was almost envious of his school, how all the girls and boys cheered for him and watched him through grins. Valentine had always wanted to play quidditch, but she was admittedly scared. She once broke her arm sliding down the staircase at her house, and ever since she'd been petrified of breaking bones.
At some point James had glided through the air like an eagle, the quaffle tucked securely beneath his arm, and he'd come right up to the Hufflepuff stand and would wink at Valentine before diving forward and making a goal.
No matter how full of crap James was, it still made Valentine's cheeks heat up. So, just to piss him off, she'd cheer for every single Hufflepuff player before him.
But one thing Valentine was sure of, was that she adored watching James Potter play quidditch. The way his eyebrows would fringe together and his tongue would peek through his lips in concentration warmed her heart. His cheeks would be flushed and slightly sweaty, but he managed to look ridiculously fit and handsome.
